This is a song about "Fathers of confederation"

Top of my pile of bodies

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

And the articles of confederation did not last; the constitution came in

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Of being of always getting wired

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter